Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"No, of course not! Don't think it's over now! You haven't killed me yet!" Ha's voice was also gnashing.

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Author's Note: Thanks to Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the reward and coins;

The company's annual meeting last night, so there is only one update today, please forgive me...

216 The Night of Killing Gods

If the conversation between Russell and Ha were heard by someone who didn't know the inside story, it would at first sound like a pair of mortal enemies fighting fiercely.

In a sense, this understanding is not wrong. If Russell refused to take action, he would be attacked by Ha, and the situation would still develop into the current one.

However, the instinctive howls Ha made when he was seriously injured still made Russell feel dazed.

If Russell had not consciously released flames to cover his body, the flames would have devoured countless soul fragments rushing towards Russell. Now, Russell's spirit would probably have suffered severe damage when facing Ha's roar.

Even so, the flames still consumed a lot of energy, and beads of sweat began to appear on Russell's forehead.

"No, defending against mental attacks doesn't require you to waste fire like this!" Ha wailed, still able to instruct Russell, "You just need to focus on protecting your head!"

Russell tried to remove the flames that protected his body, and this time the consumption was much lighter.

As the flames devoured the soul fragments in Ha's body to replenish the consumed ones, Russell's complexion began to improve.

"You didn't tell me you still have this kind of trick up your sleeve!" Russell growled half-jokingly, "When this is over, you'll have to provide more compensation!"

When Russell said "the matter is over", he naturally meant that Ha was killed. At that time, there was no question of any compensation.

Ha also roared back, "Of course! I'll make up for it now! Your swordsmanship when dealing with souls still has room for improvement. You need to feel the flow of the souls and then follow the flow to find the intersection."

Ha simply opened up his soul, which was severely damaged but still huge and complex, and guided Russell to feel the flow of his soul.

Under Ha's guidance, Russell began to truly understand the difference between swordsmanship in dealing with the soul and the body.

Hana's vast and complex soul is entangled with countless deceased souls.

It is composed of countless dying souls intertwined together to form a complex and tangled soul.

This soul exudes an aura of wailing and despair. Since most of the souls are those who died suddenly or are simply living sacrifices, it seems to be a collection of endless suffering of those souls.

Different voices in the soul are intertwined, some voices are calling for help, some voices are crying, exuding endless despair and pain.

These souls are trapped in this chaos, conflicting and confusing each other, forming a twisted and pitiful existence.

Russell, who truly felt these souls, couldn't help but begin to admire Ha.

Its soul is filled with despair, but it is not as rebellious and violent as the soul fragments that make it up. Instead, it can communicate seriously with Russell.

Under the onslaught of his soul, Russell struggled in the water like a beginner swimmer, his hands and feet clumsy, every movement stiff and unnatural. It was as if every wave of the vast ocean of the soul was against him, and he tried his best but could not find the key.

Following Ha's guidance, Russell felt the complex soul, searched for the patterns of fluctuations, and understood the particularity of the soul. Slowly, his swordsmanship began to improve.

At this time, Russell was like a swimmer who gradually adapted to the water. He began to be able to use his swordsmanship more smoothly.

With just a slight blow, Russell can guide the torrent of souls to change direction according to his wishes, or even directly make a rich soul power disappear.

Gradually, Russell has completely mastered the laws of the turbulent flow of the soul. He began to become like a tide-rider, easily controlling himself and manipulating the vast tide of the soul with ease. He went upstream and found the source of the soul.

"Yes, that's it. Have you found the end? Yes, it's here! Places like this are the intersection of matter and soul. You just need a light blow... Yes! It's here, stab it!" There was obvious joy in Ha's voice.

Russell calmed himself down, followed Ha's instructions, and stabbed down with his sword.

There was a crisp crash, as if some kind of container was destroyed by Russell, and then the soul spread out endlessly.

A scream that resounded through the sky rang out from Ha's mouth again.

"How are you! Ha!" Russell shouted again.

Russell felt the joy of the flames surging in his heart, and the flames greedily burned the large number of souls stripped from Ha's body.

The flames were like a glutton, feasting greedily on the soul that had been stripped from Ha.

"I feel great! I feel like I'm dying! I've never felt so good! There are still many places to go! Come again!" Ha's voice became softer, no longer as harsh and unpleasant as before, but its high spirits could not be concealed.

Russell stabbed with his sword one after another, stabbing at Ha's scarecrow. With every strike of Russell's sword, countless trees in the forbidden forest suddenly caught fire.

Before being completely burned, each tree bent down and fell towards Russell, as if to express its gratitude.

Slowly, the entire forbidden forest was burning in flames, and the forbidden forest was about to be burned down.

Russell also felt at this time that the flame seemed to be advancing and was about to reach a critical point.

At this time, Ha's voice finally began to become weak, but it was full of joy: "Hahahahaha! Thank you! Thank you! I am finally, I am finally going to be free!"

Russell faced this god who was enduring endless pain that did not belong to him, and watched as its long life was about to come to an end. He didn't know what to say to comfort it.

"Don't make that expression. I've never felt so good in my long life, and I hope you can be happy for me!" Ha's voice became weaker and weaker.

"Yeah." Russell also smiled.

Ha gave Russell a large number of souls and taught him many skills about souls, and he never lied to him.

Therefore, in Russell's heart, Ha can already be called a friend. At the moment when his friend's wish is finally fulfilled, Russell thinks it is better to smile.

"Hahahahaha! Hahahaha! That's right!" Ha laughed heartily. As his soul gradually burned away, his voice no longer had any offensive power. "Come to think of it, even though my name is Ha, this seems to be the first time I've ever laughed so hard."

The Forbidden Forest has been completely burned down. The once lush and green forest has now turned into a scorched earth, filled with a heavy smell of burning.

The flames had spread to the scarecrow and began to set the shabby scarecrow on fire.

"Speaking of which, there's a being similar to me buried underground. Don't be scared by its appearance. You can kill it the same way you killed me... As for the gem that keeps the soil fertile, I'll leave it to you..."

After leaving these words, the scarecrow turned into ashes.

Russell slowly stepped forward, took out the emerald green gem from Ha's chest, and put it away solemnly.

As Russell took out the gem, the scarecrow burned by the flames finally could not maintain its human form. It turned into ashes with a bang, and a gust of wind blew away, leaving no trace.

Russell remained silent for a long time, and the ladies also remained silent.

Suddenly, Margaret frowned: "Huh? Do you feel the ground shaking?"

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Author's Note: Thanks to Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the tips and coins;

217 Join forces to fight against the enemy

A few minutes ago, in the deepest part of the dungeon, the lightsaber that Bishop Damian condensed in the air with the stigmata was slowly descending.

Although this sword of holy light was not fast, it had an unstoppable momentum that made people unable to resist, as if it represented the Lord's most just final judgment.

However, when the sword was about to hit Grein's head, it suddenly turned and slashed down fiercely at the head of "Bull" Sigbert, who had rolled up his sleeves to watch the fun.

Bishop Sigbert was horrified. He frantically showed the stigmata on the back of his hand and blocked Bishop Damian's attack while shouting, "Damian! I knew you were a cursed heretic! You bastard—"

When the holy sword struck Bishop Sigbert, his voice stopped abruptly, but his figure turned into a sacred and dazzling light at the touch of the holy sword.

Then, from a distance, the sound of his hearty laughter could be heard: "Hahahahaha! You don't think I'm not wary of you, do you, Damian?"

Unfortunately, his hearty laughter did not last long and soon came to an abrupt end, followed by a series of vulgar and unbearable curses.

Even Bishop Grein, who had been in charge of the Inquisition for more than ten years, had to admit that when it came to cursing, the mendicant monks, who had been hanging around in the streets for a long time and doing things similar to begging, had abilities that were far beyond the reach of other monks.

"Glenn! Damian! When did you two lowly and despicable dwarfs collude with each other?" The grumpy Bishop Sigbert didn't sound like he was in a very good mood.

But Grein was in a good mood. The trap he had set in the dungeon hit the bull Sigbert hard. He said with a smile: "You are still so stupid, bull."

"I've confirmed that Owl is truly injured, and Owl has confirmed that my stigmata have indeed been taken away. So, is it something we need to consider if we join forces to deal with you, a guy with full combat power?"

Neither the injured Damian nor Grein, who had been deprived of his stigmata, was sure of defeating the other, let alone the certainty of defeating Bishop Sigbert after a life-and-death battle, so they formed a tacit understanding almost naturally.

While they were preparing to fight to the death, they secretly used all kinds of skills on Bishop Sigbert.

Although Siegbert was on guard, he was still careless when he saw the good situation. He was caught off guard and although he managed to avoid Bishop Damian's attack, he still fell into the trap and suffered a great loss.

At this moment, Sigbert's legs were limping, blood was dripping from his legs, and his face was distorted with pain.

Now, stimulated by the excruciating pain, the bull was truly furious. He roared with rage, "One of you is still seriously injured, and the other has been excommunicated. Even if you put yourselves together, you are no match for me! Prepare to die!"

His body was enveloped in holy light, and his originally tall figure expanded even more, looking like a giant made of holy light.

"This is troublesome. The bull is going crazy. Can you use that kind of slash a second time, Owl?" Although Grein said it was troublesome, his expression remained calm.

However, Grein's heart was indeed heavy. His mind was racing, thinking about how to defeat the enemy and how to protect his son, Leiman, from being affected by the battle.

"I've always thought 'Owl' is a weird nickname. It's really unpleasant." Bishop Damian shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I'm really seriously injured. It's hard for me to use it a third time."

Grein's questions could not be considered as casual tests, and he did not expect to get the truth from Damian. To put it bluntly, the two of them were simply forced to fight against Sigbert, who had an absolute advantage.

If Sigbert is seriously injured, the two of them will have to decide the winner.

Grein had no hope of getting any useful information out of Damian, the cunning owl.

Sure enough, after Grein triggered several mechanisms in succession and restricted Sigbert's movements, Damian's holy sword appeared in the air again.

Then, it slowly fell down and slashed towards the holy light giant with an unquestionable posture.

The giant of holy light uttered obscure words, and he pushed his hands upwards as if to push the sky away, and walked towards the holy sword.

The holy light confronted the holy light, and for a moment they were at a stalemate.

"Alas, isn't this all holy light? Why are we fighting among ourselves? It would be great if we could use it to fight against the demons."

Suddenly, a long sigh came from out of nowhere, and the voice was full of regret.

A masked man in a wide robe with big sleeves suddenly appeared. He stood between the three bishops with his hands behind his back, shaking his head.

"Who are you?" Grein asked, frowning.

Before the masked man could answer, Gvogoff, who had been hiding quietly in the corner, suddenly raised his eyebrows and shouted proudly: "Your Majesty! Are you here to save me? Your Majesty!"

In Usedom, there is only one person who can be called Your Majesty in the conventional sense.

But the three bishops and former bishops present naturally knew King Frederick.

This "Your Majesty" who wears wide robes and has large sleeves but is not very tall is far from the real king who walks like a dragon and a tiger.

"So you're the 'Emperor of the Night,'" Damian said suddenly with a smile. He didn't know when he had retracted the holy sword. He bowed politely, "Hello, I'm Damian. It's an honor to meet you."

Although Damian looked smiling, Grein, who knew him well, noticed clearly that this owl Damian was actually tense all over and was ready to fight to the death.

The bull Sigbert also limped forward at this time, and the three bishops surrounded the "Emperor of the Night" from three sides.

"Oh? Don't you think this guy is the real King of the Night?" The masked man pointed at Gvogoff and asked.

"Hmph, you dare to call yourself the King of the Night and run rampant in Gritzburg for many years without any harm. I don't believe I can catch the real thing." Green also snorted coldly.

Damian's voice came, "Look, Grein, since you already knew that Gvogoff was a fake Emperor of the Night, then did you also set up a trap for His Majesty?"

Damian was acting like he was facing a formidable enemy, while simultaneously sabotaging the situation. This confused Glenn, who was he, the owl?

Grein turned his head curiously and glanced at Damian, only to find that Damian's face changed drastically.

"Who are you? Why can you imitate my voice?" Damian asked sternly.

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"It's just a little disguise."

The masked man's voice was full of laughter, but it sounded like Bishop Sigbert's voice.

As the masked man spoke, he dodged a powerful punch from the enraged Bishop Sigbert, who had transformed into a Holy Light Giant.

The punch finally hit the ground hard, and for a moment, cracks and wrinkles appeared on the ground. Under this heavy blow, the earth seemed to shake.

"Hmph, a sinister and cunning guy who hides his head but shows his tail." Bishop Damian sneered at the masked man's skills while patiently controlling the Sword of Holy Light.

The Sword of Holy Light slowly followed the masked man, patiently looking for his flaws, as if ready to chop him off at any time.

"If I hadn't mastered these skills, I would have been imprisoned long ago. His Majesty Friedrich's black guard is not easy to deal with." The masked man said in a relaxed tone.

"Okay, okay! The recent rapid deterioration in relations between the church and the royal family is due to the involvement of you, the 'Emperor of the Night'. What is your purpose?" Bishop Sigbert asked sternly, growing increasingly furious.

"The royal family and the church are fighting for power and profit with their own ulterior motives. What does that have to do with me?" The masked man sneered at Bishop Sigbert.

The masked man's voice now took on the voice of Archbishop Cluny: "Each of you is concerned with your own personal grudges and interests, and no one is willing to compromise or unite. This is why the situation in Usedom has deteriorated to this point."

The masked man's voice was filled with anger. "Even now, you still refuse to face up to your mistakes. Instead, you try to throw the responsibility onto someone like me, who has nothing to do with you. Sigbert, let me ask you, have you been practicing alms-taking to the detriment of a dog?"

At this time, the masked man was already speaking in a stern voice.